16 steps to improve your body image
1. Remove unhealthy conditioning. Get rid of fashion magazines, change the channel during commercial breaks, etc.
2. Replace with healthy conditioning. Hang pictures of beautiful women with diverse body types, follow body positive blogs, etc.
3. GET NAKED. Spend some time getting comfortable with your body.
4. Don't be so critical of others. This only breeds criticism in ourselves. Accept others, accept yourself.
5. Don't allow yourself to think negative thoughts. Pretend you love yourself, and eventually you will.
6. Accept compliments. Learn to just say, "Thank you," rather than brushing them off.
7. Compliment yourself. purposefully list the things that you like about yourself.
8. TAKE LOTS OF SELFIES, UNTIL YOU LOVE THEM ALL.
9. Wear the clothes that make you feel beautiful. Regardless of what others think.
10. Do your hair and makeup the way that YOU like.
11. Spend some time alone doing the things that you like to do.
12. Treat yourself to something nice.
13. Wear sexy underwear even if no one else will see them.
14. Surround yourself with people who build you up.
15. Confront the people who tear you down, and cut them out of your life.
16. Always ask yourself "Why do I feel this way? Who says this isn't beautiful?"
Today’s school session took me into the gym. Working on my first assignment now….creating a full workout routine with warm up and stretch.
The Blogilates Fit Journal is finally available to purchase here!!! It comes with an exclusive 12-week meal plan (with vegan alternatives!) that Cassey developed with nutritionists from weighttraining.com. The meal plan alone is a $99 value, so at $30 the journal is a steal! :D
Learn more about this in Cassey’s latest video!
The journal has been available for only a few hours but it’s been very well-received, it’s crazy!! So to thank everyone, I’m giving away 3 journals to three lucky bloggers! Get a chance to win a copy by reblogging this post! I don’t want to coerce anyone into following me so that won’t be required, just reblog this post. 1 reblog = 1 entry. Likes don’t count! You can reblog as many times as you want, but try not to annoy your followers too much! Haha.
I’ll pick the winners using a random number generator on Sunday, Nov. 17. Of course, you have to be willing to give me your full name, email, and mailing address if you win! Good luck!!! :D
I’m having a day. I’m having a day that is testing my patience. I’m having a day that is testing my willpower. I’m just having a day! Is it Tuesday yet?
New workout program this week. And wow, has my game just been upped! I am wiped, and starving!! Loving it, but hungry :-)
Haha, I thought I was doing so well….felt like its been longer than November 1st since cakes, candies, wine…..checked my “days since app”. The only one that has been longer than Friday was wine…..12 days! What is up with that?? I forgot the first few weeks of getting back on track feel like months.
Here’s to “NO”vember :-)
It’s been a long time since I’ve updated anything, so I thought I may as well return with a return to clean eating.
Along with getting my diet in check, I have also gotten back to running (and loving it again…..that will be another update) and am currently consistent with my strength routine.
I am nearing completion of my school, next week will start the actual gym work portion, which I am really excited about. But that also means I am that much closer to writing my final exam, which I am extremely nervous about. BUT, it is all good and I am taking it day by day :-)
So much going on, I am going to have to do this in parts :-)
I never thought after last weekend I would be saying this, but I am actually a little disappointed that I’m not able to get out for a run on Saturday.
The love story will continue
Ok, so I had a moment today where I knew that this love story between myself and running would not tragically end in divorce. I was pissed off that I didn’t beat my time! And I knew then and there that I was going to have to come back and break it! 1:55:00 (ok, 1:50:00) here I come.
This will NOT be a tragic love story, but instead will be an EPIC comeback ;)
Kelowna….it is what it is.
I don’t even know where to begin with my Kelowna Half Marathon recap. It was a disaster. There, I said it! It was by far the HARDEST run I have ever had. Not the hardest course I have ever run, but the hardest RUN I have ever experienced.
Going into the run, as you may have noticed by previous posts, I was not in the best space. I was hurting, I was not enjoying running, I was plain and simple done. Not the best situation to be in when you are heading into a 21.1km run.
We headed up to Kelowna the day before the race. Fully stocked with our Starbucks and about 6L of water between the two of us we were off, and had a really nice and relaxing drive up. Got to the hotel, checked in and proceeded with the pre-race ritual. Get the clothes all set out. Make sure the gels are packed, music and headphones are set to go, watch is charged and electrolytes are mixed.
Then it was off to dinner. Again, a fantastic and relaxing meal. I was feeling pretty good. My nerves were starting to kick in a bit, but I knew that in just over 12 hours I would be done. I just kept picturing my goal time as I crossed the finish line, telling myself that I can do this. By the time we got back from dinner, my nerves were on high alert. The plan was to head to bed early and get a good nights sleep, since we had a 4:30 wake up time ahead of us.
Next thing I know, its 12:55….nope, not 4:30 yet. 2:30….still not 4:30. 4:00….ok, this is getting ridiculous already. 4:45…thank goodness for the second alarm ;) Up, changed and breakfast. Thank goodness everything was laid out the night before, I was able to do this with my eyes half closed. Time to head downstairs to the shuttles.
Once we made it downstairs I ran into the first member of our running team. Sat, chatted, made our way outside. Ran into a few more teammates. Onto the bus we go and we are off. 21km to get to our starting point. It was the usual. Big crowd of people, huge porta potty line ups, a little pre-race yoga going on….okay, maybe not all of it was the usual. Really good energy, and a gorgeous starting spot. Did I mention the apple orchard…. The apples looked incredible!
Countdown….5, 4, 3, 2, 1….have a great race. And there it was. My ankle seized up. The first few steps felt like it was going to completely buckle underneath me. It felt locked, and needed to crack badly. But I just couldn’t get it to cooperate. Well, I could either stop, fight with it and hope for the best or push through and hope for the best. I pushed through. Aside from my ankle the first 2 km of the race were amazing. I had a good pace going, I felt good. My lungs were figuring it out, my legs were supporting me. I could feel the muscle burn, but knew that within another minute or two it would die down.
We started with some rolling hills. Nothing too intense, but you could definitely feel them. Up and down, for the first 6km I think. (You are going to notice that my recollection of where I was for a lot of this run may not be 100% accurate if you ran this run as well….but as you continue experiencing my story you will understand why….I mean, I don’t even remember seeing the long anticipated wine tasting at the water station). On each of the hills my hip-lower abdomen was hurting, my right knee was aching and my left hamstring was starting to revolt, not to mention the burning feeling on the balls of my feet. I pushed through…I was not happy about it, but I had told myself that I was going to leave it all out on that course and I pushed through. There was a lot of grimacing, I am actually a little nervous about seeing the race photos….they are not going to be pretty.
Then we hit the downhill. I knew that I could make up any time I had lost on my pace here. I was able to fly down the hills. And I loved it. My knee was throbbing, my hamstring was screaming, but I flew. And I picked up my avg pace by almost 20seconds a km for the downhill portion. By the time we hit the 6mile marker it was 52:00:00 in. I was on pace for a great race, and a personal best. There were no more hills, from here on out it was flat. And we were about to hit a patch of trail.
On any other day all of these things would have made me so happy! But this was not that day. I was hurting, emotionally and physically. I was doubting myself, and my ability to maintain this pace for the remaining 10km. I was taking walk breaks, trying to fuel, but every time I ate something I felt completely nauseas. I was feeling weak and tired and was actually dreading the flat. I felt like I had to push harder on the flat than on the hills…I was miserable.
Once we hit the trail it was time to pick up the pace again, but my bladder kicked in. So, I ducked behind a tree and made a little pit stop. Now I had another minute to make up :( I kept looking at my watch, seeing my avg pace drop. I was still within 3 seconds of my goal pace, so that was great, but I was starting to feel so defeated. (What I discovered after I uploaded my watch details though, after my little potty stop in the woods, my pace picked up quite a bit for the next 2 km)
And that’s when it happened. 18.3km into the race and I hit the wall. I hit it hard! My hubby was about 20ft in front of me (he had been sticking with me, pacing me, and talking me through the race)and I just stopped. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t move. I felt like I was hyperventilating, and I just started to sob. Right there, in the middle of the race, runners to the left and right of me, I lost it. I could not physically move. And it was at that point that I was ready to walk off the course, sit on the side of the road and call it quits. They would pick me up when they swept the course. I was done.
My hubby turned to see how close I was, as he had been doing most of the race, but this time I was not on his heels, I was nowhere close to him. I don’t remember what he said to me, I don’t remember much of that moment, and to be perfectly honest I wish I could forget it entirely. That was probably one of the hardest things that I have ever fought through. It took me close to 5 minutes to get moving…I was walking when M came back to get me, but it was barely a walk at that point. I just remember thinking one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other.
By now I had come to terms with the fact that I was not going to hit my goal time, and I probably wasn’t going to get my sub 2. But that no longer mattered to me. It could have taken me another hour to finish those final 3km for all I cared, but I knew that I had to finish. So, with M by my side, we took it slow and started to run again. I slowly picked up my speed, but felt like I was moving backwards.
I heard the announcers, and for a moment I felt relieved…this was about to be over in a matter of moments. Then I looked ahead and saw the final marker sign pointing out to me that we were only at the 19km mark. I have to say, those damn signs every single km did NOT help!!
And I did it. I finished. I crossed that finish line, collected my medal, and proceeded to cry. I cried out of frustration, I cried for finishing, I cried in pain.
I will say this. Running and I, we are taking a break. I need to find my love of it again, because this race and hitting that wall proved to me that I have to love it if I am going to continue. I can not put myself through this again if I do not truly love what I am doing. I have also decided that when I do run again, I will NOT be wearing a watch. From here on out it is going to be about running and nothing else. No stats, no pace, no distance. Just me and the run.
Now, for a little shout out. I am super proud of my fellow running teammates. We had a first place and second place finisher in their age categories, a Personal Best was set, and our team placed first!!